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Systems. Everything has a system. Society is a system. You wake up and have a system you use to get through your day. So what is a Bad systems and good system? Rowan Enzo was literally a girl two seconds ago, trying to live a peaceful life away from his family. Working hard everyday to get his younger brother out of the foster care system. Yet now he finds himself in the most uncomfortable situation possible. He would rather go to hell than be in the world he was sent to. He thinks it's unfair how his whole life got turned upside down because he is some 'chosen hero' that is to save a bunch of random people he doesn't know. After getting a different 'sin' system from the rest of his fellow players, he has to figure out what he wants to do with it. ----------------------- My entry to the WSA competition. Hopefully it's a good story worth of your votes and coins. [update; chapter a day at around 3pm CST.] Hope you will join Rowan and I's journey as we grow and get better. Don't expect happiness from this story after the first arc. ————————————- Cover credit: @Haku_mado twt (I think)

HouseholdAuthor · Fantasia
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71 Chs

The Three Turns

Song:

Chosen hero-Valley of wolves

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Rowan zoomed to the side as Wyatt came down with a blast. The pipes and buildings all around started going down as everything got destroyed. Onyx jumped onto Rowan's body and slithered to his neck.

"What the hell is his problem!? Does he have something against me?" Rowan landed on one of the other buildings closer to Tanon.

"I don't know but he's hella strong. Watch out." Onyx was panting hard as he used up all his energy. "I'm going to sleep bro."

Stephensolos: What[skull]

"What!? You can't!" 

Onyx immediately started snoring as Rowan complained. Wyatt stood up and walked forward, out of the smoke that rose up. He looked like some villain from a movie as he emerged from the rubble the way he did.

Mylo was lurking behind some trees watching them from afar. His chat was clownin him as he sat on the branch.